Chapter 11

Hello, President Gu

Meng Nianyao narrowed her eyes, blocked Jiang Shanshan’s hand, and flung it away. Then, she watched coldly as Jiang Shanshan staggered backward and was hugged nervously by Meng Haotian.

“Don’t provoke me. Otherwise, I might change my mind at any time and not divorce you,” Meng Nianyao glanced at Jiang Shanshan’s bulging belly and raised her eyebrows. “In terms of urgency, you guys are the most anxious ones, right?” After saying that, she turned around and walked towards the divorce window.

Meng Haotian’s expression changed. He let go of Jiang Shanshan immediately. “Alright, be honest. Do you still want me to get a divorce?” With that, he ignored Jiang Shanshan’s reddened eyes and followed her to the divorce window.

The divorce process was swift and in less than five minutes, the divorce certificate was in their hands.

Meng Nianyao took the divorce certificate and walked out without looking back. After taking two steps, Meng Haotian suddenly called her, “Nianyao…”

Meng Nianyao felt disgusted when she heard Meng Haotian call her that.

Meng Haotian walked over. “Nianyao, the company is still expanding. There isn’t much money on the books. Take this 20,000 yuan as my compensation. In the future, you will be alone…”

Meng Nianyao interrupted Meng Haotian with a questioning look in her eyes. “What are you planning this time?”

Meng Haotian was stumped by the question, and the words he had prepared were stuck in his throat. In fact, his company had recently encountered a difficult client. He wanted to squeeze Meng Nianyao’s last bit of value, drug her again, and send her to the client’s bed in exchange for a chance to cooperate. However, judging from Meng Nianyao’s attitude, it didn’t seem easy…

“Nianyao,” Meng Haotian said, “it doesn’t matter if we’re married or not. We’ve known each other for so many years, and we’ve become family. I hope you’ll be well, okay? You’re a girl who doesn’t have money, but you still need a place to stay. I’ve rented a house for you. You can stay there for the time being.”

Meng Nianyao coldly watched Meng Haotian’s performance and waited for him to finish before saying, “Meng Haotian, if you hadn’t cheated on me, attacked me for the mistress, watched your mother beat me, and tried to kill me by pressing me into the lake, I might have believed that you were really thinking of me. Unfortunately…” She paused and glanced at Meng Haotian and Jiang Shanshan. “I just want to know what you’re planning this time. Or rather, what value do you want to extract from me?”

Meng Haotian’s expression stiffened for a moment, but he quickly regained his composure. Unfortunately, Meng Nianyao didn’t give him the chance to quibble. “Meng Haotian, Jiang Shanshan, you two must remember what I said before. What you’ve done to me will be repaid a hundredfold in the future! Oh right, I have to remind you…” She looked at Meng Haotian with a faint smile. “Without me, what are you, Meng Haotian? The wealth you have now belongs to me, and I will take back what belongs to me sooner or later.”

When Meng Nianyao came out of the Civil Affairs Bureau, Gu Wencheng’s black Cayenne was already parked at the door.

Gu Wencheng’s assistant, Ping Yang, who was sitting in the passenger seat, saw that Meng Nianyao had not arrived yet. She first looked at Gu Wencheng in the back seat, then opened the door and got out of the car. “Miss Meng, is there anything you haven’t settled yet? President Gu is waiting for you in the car.”

“No.” Meng Nianyao returned to her senses and walked toward the Cayenne.

Because of Gu Wencheng’s identity, they couldn’t register their marriage in China. The two of them flew to Las Vegas to register their marriage first.

Two days later, Meng Nianyao returned to City B. After leaving the airport, Gu Wencheng still had work to deal with. He asked Ping Yang to send Meng Nianyao back to the apartment that he had bought in advance.

In the past two days, Meng Nianyao had been so busy that her feet didn’t even touch the ground. She had gotten divorced and married again… Everything felt surreal. She followed Ping Yang in a daze.

Before getting into the car, Gu Wencheng suddenly called out to her. “Meng Nianyao.”

Meng Nianyao turned around hesitantly.

There weren’t many people at the airport late at night. Gu Wencheng walked to Meng Nianyao’s side and stared into her eyes. “Mrs. Gu, let’s formally get to know each other. My name is Gu Wencheng, your husband.”

Meng Nianyao had seen the name on the marriage certificate, but it was her first time experiencing the experience of her legal husband introducing himself to her. She didn’t know if she found it funny, but the corners of her mouth curled up. This was the third time she had met Gu Wencheng. She nodded and replied, “Hello, President Gu.”

Gu Wencheng didn’t mind the distant way she addressed him. He nodded and left after Meng Nianyao got into the car.